Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Looks like there was some pretty unique stuff in the museum along with some sweet Model T cars, like this Model T snowmobile.

And this Model T camper truck. According to the volunteer that was working at the museum, the man that restored this camper drove it from California to Indiana during the Model T 100 year celebration, using it each night along the way.

The sides of the camper fold out and the steering column moves up out of the way so that you can get a good night's sleep...that is as long as it doesn't rain.

The museum also housed a Fordson Tractor. Final pictures from this set tomorrow...see you then.

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Peroxide Blonde in a Hopped-Up Model Ford - Brian Setzer

Well I went out a cattin’ on a Friday nightI was dressed to kill, I wasn’t lookin’ for a fight.I looked in the mirror, just a waitin’ for the light,I saw a hot chick that really looked right.

I’m draggin’, draggin’ down main once more,With a peroxide blonde in a hopped up Model Ford.Now I’m draggin’, draggin’ down main once more,With a peroxide blonde in a hopped up Model Ford.

Well I pulled on over, she asked me for a ride,She moved real close, side by side.I looked out the window and to my surprise,It was a hot rod Ford just a passin’ me by.

I’m draggin’, draggin’ down main once more,With a peroxide blonde in a hopped up Model Ford.

Well we drove down Main, just to make a scene.I barked my tire when the light turned green.I slapped it to the floor, let out on the clutch.What was left on the road, well it wasn’t very much.We flew out of town, we were side by side,Twin carburetors were open wide.Tires that smoked, engine started to whineI tell ya, that blonde left me way behind.

I’m draggin’, draggin’ down main once more,With a peroxide blonde in a hopped up Model Ford.Now I’m never, never ever, draggin’ down Main no more,With a peroxide blonde in a hopped up Model Ford.

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SOLE SURVIVOR by Pistol Pete Midtgard (The Twistin' Tarantulas)

Sometimes late at night, when I'm lyin' in my bed, I just can't sleep a wink I finally get back up, put all my clothes back on, get in my car and drive so I can think Then I drive around this town I still call my stomping grounds And always end up rollin' through the place where I grew up

Chorus: Now as I guide my sled through my old neighborhood, like a ghost on a haunting... I think of all my friends, from way back then, and I wonder where they've goneAnd I remember how we laughed and fought and drank and cried and carried on I wonder who got straight, who's locked up, and who flung the curtain down I'm still around

We were so young, but already cynical and tired Of how predictable, how ridiculous our friends had all become We had no plan but to spite the world, it was such a stagnant place The conglomerates had changed, but the song remained the same So we dressed in dead men's clothes and shoes with stiletto toes Played cheap guitars through ragged amps and made fun of it all

Chorus

Now it's been twenty years since I first stepped on a stage I got a Ph.D. from the hard knocks school in adolescent rage With deafened ears, and a hardened heart, tattoos all green and blurred I'm a battered tomcat in the alley of life, and I still want my song to be heard And it seems to me after all these years, that I'm the sole survivor It seems to me everybody's gone and I'm all alone

Now as I guide my sled through my old neighborhood, like a ghost on a haunting... I think of all my friends, from way back then, and I wonder where they've goneAnd I remember how we laughed and fought and drank and cried and carried on I wish I knew then what I know now, but youth is wasted on the young And we were so young.

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Who Could Really Love This Car But Me? - Brian Setzer

It's got a leaky carburetorA rusted out floorFour broken windowsBullet holes in the doorTorn up old seatsAnd the lock don't fit the keyNow baby who would really love this car but me?Got the original paintJoe put reflectors on the doorIt's got a Mexican blanket interiorIt's missin' all the chromeIt must be plain to seeBaby who would really love this car but me?Man I picked a lemonA lemon from the treeThat grows in every junkyardFrom here to TennesseeI know it's gonna startI just can't find the keySo why the hell is everybody starin' at me?It's just a '55 CaddyThe brakes are no goodIt won't leave you strandedIn a bad neighborhoodThe lights don't even workIt must be plain to seeBaby who would really love this car but meWell man I picked a lemonA lemon from the treeThat grows in every junkyardFrom here to TennesseeI know it's gonna startI just can't find the keySo why the hell is everybody starin' at me?It's just a '55 CaddyThe brakes are no goodIt won't leave you strandedIn a bad neighborhoodThe lights don't even workIt must be plain to seeBaby who would really love this car but me?Oh man I picked a lemonHey, why don't you paint it yellow?

One Piece At A Time - Johnny Cash

Well, I left Kentucky back in '49An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly lineThe first year they had me puttin' wheels on cadillacsEvery day I'd watch them beauties roll byAnd sometimes I'd hang my head and cry'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.One day I devised myself a planThat should be the envy of most any manI'd sneak it out of there in a lunchbox in my handNow gettin' caught meant gettin' firedBut I figured I'd have it all by the time I retiredI'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.

I'd get it one piece at a timeAnd it wouldn't cost me a dimeYou'll know it's me when I come through your townI'm gonna ride around in styleI'm gonna drive everybody wild'Cause I'll have the only one there is a round.

So the very next day when I punched inWith my big lunchbox and with help from my friendsI left that day with a lunch box full of gearsNow, I never considered myself a thiefGM wouldn't miss just one little pieceEspecially if I strung it out over several years.The first day I got me a fuel pumpAnd the next day I got me an engine and a trunkThen I got me a transmission and all of the chromeThe little things I could get in my big lunchboxLike nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocksBut the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home.Now, up to now my plan went all right'Til we tried to put it all together one nightAnd that's when we noticed that something was definitely wrong.The transmission was a '53And the motor turned out to be a '73And when we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone.So we drilled it out so that it would fitAnd with a little bit of help with an adaptor kitWe had that engine runnin' just like a songNow the headlight' was another sightWe had two on the left and one on the rightBut when we pulled out the switch all three of 'em come on.The back end looked kinda funny tooBut we put it together and when we got thruWell, that's when we noticed that we only had one tail-finAbout that time my wife walked outAnd I could see in her eyes that she had her doubtsBut she opened the door and said "Honey, take me for a spin."So we drove up town just to get the tagsAnd I headed her right on down main dragI could hear everybody laughin' for blocks aroundBut up there at the court house they didn't laugh'Cause to type it up it took the whole staffAnd when they got through the title weighed sixty pounds.

I got it one piece at a timeAnd it didn't cost me a dimeYou'll know it's me when I come through your townI'm gonna ride around in styleI'm gonna drive everybody wild'Cause I'll have the only one there is around.

Ugh! Yow, RED RYDER This is the COTTON MOUTHIn the PSYCHO-BILLY CADILLAC Come onHuh, This is the COTTON MOUTHAnd negatory on the cost of this mow-chine there RED RYDERYou might say I went right up to the factoryAnd picked it up, it's cheaper that wayUgh!, what model is it?Well, It's a '49, '50, '51, '52, '53, '54, '55, '56'57, '58' 59' automobileIt's a '60, '61, '62, '63, '64, '65, '66, '67'68, '69, '70 automobile.

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Gremmie Out of Control

Every beach has a clown who thinks he knows it all (hang-ten outta Santa Fe when surf comes out tomorrow lets go)And he's always practicing his cowabunga call (cowabunga)But he'll never scramble when the big waves start to rollCause there's nothing worse than a gremmie out of controlGremmie out of controlGremmie out of controlThere's nothing worse than a gremmie out of controlThe kids always know that gremmie's talk is cheap (ride the hula-han over the pipeline bonsai to the saddle bowl)Oh they just try to ignore this ugly creep (cowabunga)His board is always full of dingsCause he's always doing stupid thingsAnd there's nothing worse than a gremmie out of controlGremmie out of controlGremmie out of controlThere's nothing worse than a gremmie out of controlGremmie out of controlGremmie out of controlThere's nothing worse than a gremmie out of controlThere's nothing worse than a gremmie out of controlThere's nothing worse than a gremmie out of control

"59 by Brian Setzer and "68 Comeback Special

Well I was born back in '59I didn't come late, I was right on time.We had a '59 ford, that never ran quite right.We'd catch a drive in movie, every saturday night.Well times were hard for the working manDaddy tried to understand.Everything I love is from '59My first guitar and that girl of mine.Everything I want is from '59I guess i'm behind the times'cause everything I love's from '59.Well the prince said hey Grace Kellywould you be my wife?And Bobby Darin sang MACK THE KNIFEThey took Eddie Cochran what could we do?Once he was gone we knew that rock and roll was through.We had technicolor at the scene of the crimeCoupe Devilles rolling off of the line.Everything I love is from '59My first guitar and that girl of mine.Everything I want is from '59I guess i'm behind the times'cause everything I love's from '59.Everything I loveEverything I loveEverything I loveEverything.Wonder where as time rolls onAll that style from 1959 has gone.But i've got memories in the back of my mind.What it was like to be alive in '59.We had technicolor at the scene of the crime,Coupe Devilles rolling off of the line.Everything I love is from '59My first guitar and that girl of mine.Everything I want is from '59I guess i'm behind the times.Everything I love is from '59My first guitar and that girl of mine.'cause everything I love,everything I love,everything I love's from '59.

Cadillac Ranch by Bruce Springsteen

Well there she sits buddy just a-gleaming in the sun.There to greet a working man when his day is done.I'm gonna pack my Pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt. I'm gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch.Eldorado fins, whitewalls and skirts.Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth.Well buddy when I die, throw my body in the back.And drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac.Cadillac, Cadillac, Long and dark, shiny and black.Open up your engines let `em roar.Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur.James Dean in that mercury `49.Junior Johnson runnin' through the woods of Caroline.Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans Am,all gonna meet down at the Cadillac Ranch.